by Andrea Simonne
BLURB:
Wedding cake baker Blair Thomas loves her life. Her business is
thriving, her Seattle condo has a great view of the water, and her refurbished
‘65 convertible Mustang “Isadora” is the coolest car ever. She barely even
thinks about that jerk she married five years ago. The one who abandoned her
after four months of marriage. The one who left a note on her pillow saying,
“See you later, babe.”
Seriously,
who does that?
So what
if she was once obsessively in love with him. He’s her best friend’s older
brother and for years he barely even knew she was alive. He never loved her,
and he only married her because of a drunken mistake. At least she’s over him.
Definitely
over him.
The
only problem is Blair never got around to divorcing him so technically they’re
still married. And after five years of traveling the world—Nathan “Road”
Church—has finally decided to come home. He arrived on Blair’s doorstep this
morning, and now he’s in her bathroom taking a shower. The nerve of him! Oh,
and did I mention he’s still hot? Blair doesn’t know what to do.
The
jerk has returned.
Warning:
Contains one sexy jerk, humorous situations, a heroine with obsessive
compulsive disorder, cussing and swearing, steamy love scenes, and references
to a part of the male anatomy that doesn’t crow like a rooster – but certainly
rises in the early morning.
EXCERPT:
“You’re going to have
to move to the couch now,” Blair says firmly. “You can’t sleep in here
anymore.”
He doesn’t move.
“Look, you have to
leave.”
“Too tired, babe.” His
eyes close.
“I need to go to bed,
though.”
Road shrugs. “So? Get
in bed. Nobody’s stopping you.”
“I can’t sleep with
you in here!”
“What do you think is
going to happen, princess?”
“Nothing is going to
happen.”
His eyes open at that.
“Then what are you afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid of
anything.”
He smirks. “You did
say you needed more sex. Maybe I’m the one who should be afraid here.”
“That’s not what my
list said!”
He closes his eyes
again, still smiling. “Unfortunately, I’m too beat with jet lag to help you out
tonight. Maybe tomorrow, but only if you ask me nicely.”
She scoffs. “You’re so
full of yourself.”
He chuckles softly.
Blair studies him in
the darkened room. His back is exposed, the white sheet draped across his
middle. “You’re not naked under there, are you?”
“Come find out.”
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